Once Upon A Q In the West

By Sarah O'Donoghue

This story was originally posted on The Unofficial Nicodemus Legend Homepage This story is a work of fanfiction and is not intended to violate the copyright to the Q and Legend characters held by Paramount and Gekko. I get no financial profit from writing this story, just the satisfaction of playing in two of my favourite universes. Copyright 1999 Sarah O'Donoghue
And no, Steve this is *not* a Mary Sue!!!
I'd rate this story as PG: nothing to get offended by here!!!

The USS Enterprise D soared majestically through space; minuscule particles of star stuff being gently pushed out of the way by the invisible but ever present shields that surrounded the ship.

While it was always night outside in the blackness of space, it was late morning shift time. On the bridge, Captain Jean-Luc Picard and Commander William T Riker were overseeing some complicated but necessary re-tuning of major ship systems.

In her quarters, the newest member of the Enterprise crew, Lieutenant Jennifer Stalto, was putting the finishing touches to a report. As she finished dictating the last few phrases to the computer she pushed back her chair and stretched; pushing her hands through her shoulder length wavy hair in a habitual gesture tousling it even more than it had been before. She sighed and stood, savoring the feeling of finishing her preliminary report to Starfleet Command. The document that was currently processing through the computer had taken her three weeks of scouring through nearly eight years of ship's logs (including many of the Classified files), and exhaustive interviews with almost a third of the crew. Although she didn't have half the answers she was looking for, Lieutenant Stalto knew that she had made a good beginning to her six month posting on the flagship of the Federation.

As she paced her quarters, working the stiffness out of her body, Stalto let her mind drift back to when she had first beamed aboard.

Captain's Log stardate 4895.76. The Enterprise is ready to depart Starbase 413 after a two week refit. As always with these lengthy stays we have taken the opportunity to give the crew shore leave as systems and equipment has been updated or replaced. In addition we have said goodbye to twenty six members of the crew, including Lieutenant Commander Data who has requested a eight month sabbatical on the Planet of Forever where he is joining a Federation Archaeological Expedition to investigate the Guardian.

Amongst the new crew coming aboard is a Lieutenant Stalto, and I hereby officially record my objection to the stationing of this Officer. She has been assigned to the Enterprise at the insistence of Starfleet Command to conduct field research, but due to the subject of her study I believe she is placing my ship and my crew in serious jeopardy.

Reality sparkled out and moments later reappeared again as the transporter beam neatly deposited the young Officer on the transporter pad. Commander Riker suppressed a grin. Always one with an eye for the ladies, this routine duty of welcoming new Officers on board had just got a whole lot better.

The tall, bearded Commander walked forward and offered his hand to the pretty woman in a mustard yellow Science Officer uniform in front of him.

"Lieutenant Stalto, welcome aboard.".

The woman's face split into a smile. She took the proffered hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Commander Riker, this is an honor Sir. Thank you for approving my stationing on the Enterprise. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this posting!"

Riker tried to hide his reservations. "Actually," he began diplomatically, "Captain Picard and I have been pleased that someone at Starfleet Command is taking this threat seriously. We were delighted when we heard that a team had been put together to combat this threat to the Federation, but we don't know if the Enterprise is the best place to further your work.".

Stalto's eyebrows went up in amazement. "Really, Commander? We thought it would be the very best place to work. Since I was put in Command of the Project two years ago we have been through every possible file on you-know-who, we've been run ragged organizing briefings for every command level Officer in the fleet. Frankly I'm seeing this posting as something of a Busman's Holiday enabling me to speak with the Officers who have had almost every single encounter with the entity that has been recorded within the Federation.

It was Riker's turn to look puzzled. "Busman's holiday?"

Stalto smiled. "Sorry, Commander, its an old idiom from my part of Earth. It means a kind of working holiday."

"Ah," Riker nodded in understanding and briskly indicated for Stalto to follow him through the Transporter Room doors. "Captain Picard has asked me to pass on his apologies for not greeting you personally, but he looks forward to meeting you at 1500 hours at a meeting of the senior Officers in the Conference lounge. I'll just show you to your assigned quarters and then I must attend to other duties."

"Great,", sighed Stalto, half jokingly, "Just what I need, leading another briefing!"

At 1500 precisely, Lieutenant Stalto walked into the Conference Lounge and stopped dead, stunned. In front of her were Officers far more experienced than her, not only in years and time in Starfleet, but also in their knowledge of the threat of which she claimed to be the Federation's leading expert. She swallowed hard and walked to the head of the table.

She recognized all of the Officers from their bios and was introduced to each of them in turn. As she was smiling and shaking each hand, part of her mind was racing. Why had this particular group of people been homed in on by the threat and no others?

Finally after the introductions, Stalto took a deep breath and began.

"Well, good afternoon, Captain, Commander and all of you," she nodded at each Officer in turn. "I am sure you are all aware of the reason that I am here, but I am also sure that you are wondering about Starfleet Command's reasoning behind it.

"Eight years ago, you first encountered the entity..."

Troi quickly interrupted. "Should we even say his name?" she asked.

Picard frowned at his Counselor. "Really, Commander I don't think..."

"No, Captain, Counselor Troi is right," said Stalto. "It would seem from the records that even mentioning his name can be enough to capture his unwanted attentions.

"Just like Rumpelstiltskin," breathed Riker, so quietly only Picard heard.

"Anyway," she continued, "At first Starfleet Command didn't see the entity who is known by a letter as a major threat."

"Even though he could re-order time and space with a mere thought?" snorted Riker.

"Yes, well, I agree with you," conceded Stalto. "Nevertheless, the Federation has encountered beings of extreme power before and they have never posed a direct threat to Federation security.

"After his second appearance, when he attempted to manipulate Commander Riker, the Federation's position remained unchanged, but after he introduced you to the Borg, well. Everyone's opinion changed drastically. While Commander Shelby was given a team to work on the new Borg threat, I was asked to head up a group to study the entity himself."

Worf could not contain his indignance. "With no offence to you, Lieutenant, why was a Commander given one team and a mere Lieutenant the other."

Stalto could feel the hot red glow of embarrassment creeping up her face, but she knew that the Klingon had asked a fair question.

"Um, The Federation saw the Borg as a bigger threat.", she began. "They gave me three Ensigns and a Cadet placing each year to begin research on how to contain the threat he posed."

Picard glowered. "So why are you here, Lieutenant?" he asked stonily.

Stalto recovered. "My team and I have been studying all the records of your encounters with the entity for six years. We've briefed every senior Officer in the Federation. With all due respect, Captain, we've worked extremely hard back on Earth while you and your crew, who have almost all the eyewitness accounts and encrypted data on just one ship, have not made the information available to any one else. That's why I've been sent here. Hopefully, during my six months I'll have your permission to go through the Classified ship's l logs relating to the entity and to interview your crew. With that new data we may have a chance to combat the threat I know and you know he poses to all of us."

Picard sighed and smiled ruefully, admiring the young woman's courage. "Quite frankly Lieutenant, I don't want to give him any more of my attention and thought than I have to. I don't want to see him as any more than a dangerous nuisance, and I would have thought someone studying him would give him exactly the attention he wants."

His face darkened. " Mark my words, Lieutenant, someone actively studying him on what seems to be his favorite ship is going to light up a beacon for him. I am sure you will get an opportunity to study him first hand and realize why the Federation needs to take him seriously."

Stalto sighed. She had a tough time getting the crew to talk to her, but finally some of them were beginning to accept her and to talk, on the strict proviso that they didn't mention his name.

She sat down on her bed and sipped the hot chocolate that the replicator had just produced for her. Perhaps she was asking for his attention to be fixed on her, she mused. He certainly liked attention, and to be the focus point for such long-term research for a mortal on his favorite starship must be irresistible.

Casually she decided to try out her hypothesis. Without thinking she smiled and called to the air in her quarters "Q!"

A bright flash in front of her caused her to jump and frantically scrabble for her tricorder. She slipped, split her hot chocolate all over her and ended up in an undignified heap on the floor.

The tall, dark man in the Captain's uniform glared down at her. "so you finally decided to try it." He said.

Suddenly he flashed out of existence and reappeared by her. He hunkered down until his face was mere inches from her shocked and stunned head. "Be careful what you wish for my dear, you may get it!"

Before the stunned Lieutenant could even think of a retort Q had snapped his fingers once again, placing her, in a clean uniform, on the edge of the bed with Q sitting uncomfortably close beside her. She took a breath, remembering one of the first things she'd learned about Q; he loved to intimidate.

Q placed his arm around Stalto, who tried to shrink away from his grip.

"I must admit, Jenny, your determination to dig into my past is doing wonders for my ego."

"Your ego is infinite Q, I wouldn't think it could get any bigger." Stalto thought fast. If she could hold her own in a verbal fencing match with the entity, one of his favorite tests for assessing humans, she remembered, she may stand a chance of learning more about him, and even of surviving relatively intact from this encounter.

Q chuckled and released his grip, standing and sauntering casually over to her computer terminal. He idly flicked across the pages of transcribed text and then fixed his piercing gaze back on Stalto.

"so this is what you've devoted your career to, is it Jenny?" said Q mildly, "You know, if I intrigued and attracted you so much you could have just asked."

"You know the Federation wants to learn about you Q," began Stalto.

"Oh yes, drawled Q, "devoting countless hours and credits to weapons research against the Borg and *you* to assessing the potential threat of an omnipotent entity who could destroy the Quadrant in a millisecond." The sarcasm in his tone was an almost tangible thing.

Q flashed out of existence once more, reappearing back beside Stalto on the bed. "my dear Jenny," he began, "If you want to know more about me you're going to have to let me learn more of you. It's only polite."

Jennifer held her breath. She'd been dreading this. Q had the ability to look into her mind, her very soul and rip out whatever personal, private thoughts and memories she had ever had, let alone all the Classified Starfleet Intelligence she had been privy to.

Q's mouth quirked in a smile. He had evidently sensed her fear. "oh no, no, no Jenny. I would never rip things out of your mind. I'm a * nice * Q!"

Jenny knew she'd dread asking this but she knew she had to if she was going to learn anything about this omnipotent, and increasingly annoying entity: "Alright Q, what do you want from me?"

"Three things, Jenny. Three little things and then I'll take you to the Continuum and share as much with you about the Continuum as your limited human mind will be able to comprehend." Q smiled. "Believe me, they'll make you an Admiral if you can only understand a billionth of what I show you.

Stalto looked intrigued but knew that she really was sticking her head in the lion's mouth. But, she was a Starfleet Officer, pledged to seek out and explore the unknown whenever she could, and she knew that Q represented the ultimate unknown that the Federation had encountered so far.

"OK." She shrugged.

Q jumped up, beaming. "Wonderful, Jenny.". He snapped his fingers and Stalto found herself standing, and dressed in a gorgeous deep violet off-the-shoulder silk gown . She could feel that her hair had been pinned and a glance in the mirror confirmed that Q had put her hair in a beautiful cascade of curls; a style she had spent many frustrating hour trying to achieve.

"Firstly," announced Q from behind her; "We shall go to dinner. I know a great little place in the Spiral Galaxy that you'll love.".

Jenny jumped and whirled around. Q was resplendent in a classic tuxedo. "i think that dinner is a wonderful way for us to start to get to know each other, don't you?"

He held out his arm and Stalto took it, seeing no other options. They'd never warned her that going to dinner with an omnipotent (and she grudgingly admitted gorgeous) entity was against Starfleet protocol, and besides, she was hungry.

Q smiled wickedly, sensing her attraction to him in this familiar human form and knowing that he could use it to his advantage. He raised his hand and in a snap and a flash, they vanished.

To Jenny's surprise, she actually enjoyed dinner. It was a strange experience, she admitted, but the food was nice, if a little different, and Q turned the charm on to the full. He asked her about her career, her family and what she was hoping to do in the future, but would tell her very little about herself in return.

After they had eaten Q transported them to yet another world to show Stalto a stunning firework display that only occurred once every century. Q had secured incredible seats for them at the open air show, cut directly into a cliff face looking out to sea. People were seated above and below them in a kind of natural amphitheater. The night was quite chilly, and Q gallantly offered Stalto his jacket, which she grudgingly accepted.

All her hostility dissolved though when the show actually began. The sky exploded in a multitude of blossom-shaped explosions and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Would you like to see the display properly, Jenny?" whispered Q into her ear, "You know, your vision is only picking up a very limited spectrum. I can extend your sight into the infra-red and ultra-violet. Then you'll really see something!"

Stalto shrugged and nodded and Q gestured. Suddenly Jennifer's vision exploded: she was overwhelmed by more colors than she had ever seen before and fell back into her seat from shock. No longer were the fireworks creating just random displays of sparks, but incredible three-dimensional pictures of strange beings, landscapes and animals.

"Now isn't that better?" whispered Q with a smirk. He nodded out towards the ocean. "These images are representations of the history of this planet and their heroes. It takes them decades just to calibrate the charges: no wonder they only put on the display once a century."

Jennifer nodded wordlessly, completely taken aback by what she was seeing.

Only too soon the display was over and without further ado Q transported them back to the Enterprise or rather to *outside* the Enterprise.

Jennifer gulped, realizing that she was surviving in a vacuum only by the whim of an unpredictable omnipotent being, but she quickly remembered that Q had treated other humans to this particular experience, and they had all survived. At least, all the ones she had *heard* about had survived.

Q had returned them back into their original clothing and he now stood eyeing Stalto speculatively.

"You're not afraid.". It was a statement, not a question.

"it would be pointless for you to kill me Q, replied Stalto, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. She thought quickly. Besides, she smiled, It would be the height of bad manners to let me die after being such a gentleman all evening.

Q smiled and quirked an eyebrow. Touch� my dear Jenny.

So what now Q? she asked.

I just thought you might like to see the ship from outside replied Q mildly. Not many humans get to see the old tin can from this point of view.

Stalto allowed herself to relax and enjoy the amazing experience of seeing space for all 360 degrees of her vision. She looked down at the ship and truly appreciated for the first time the elegant beauty of the Enterprise.

After a few moments she could sense Q coming up behind her and turned to meet him.

And now, Jenny, for my second request. Q looked down at her, a soft and open expression on his face. Stalto didnt buy it for a second. She knew more than most people that this devious entity never tried to appear sincere unless it suited his purposes.

She folded her arms in front of her chest defensively. Yes? she asked.

Q tried not to smile, and failed. Alright, I suppose that you are smarter than the majority of humans Ive had the misfortune to encounter. Ill be straight with you. Do you trust me?

No.

Q held his hands up. Alright, do you think you could trust me?

Depends.

Im still trying to understand your race, Jenny. I have spent more time than most Q with your species, but youre still a mystery to us.

Youre a mystery to us too, Q

Well, said Q smiling. My second request is for your trust. I want you to let me into your mind, to see your thoughts and memories. Think of it as a down payment for me letting you see the Continuum.

I cant do that Q said Jennifer, a trace of panic in her voice for the first time. What about the Classified information I know what

Oh please sighed Q, rolling his eyes. Do you think I really care about the little secrets the Federation has? I can assure you my dear, I have absolutely no interest in pathetic human defence secrets.

Q noted that this admission seemed to have done nothing to calm her fears. What are you really afraid of, Jenny? he asked softly, tilting her chin so she had to meet his eyes.

Ive, Ive been scanned by telepaths before! she blurted out. A Betazoid, a Maquis Betazoid, tried totried to rip out my mind. His Maquis cell thought that they could use the information we had on you to their advantage, so they diverted my transport beam from Earth to the USS Saratoga and tried to find out what I knew.

She tried to hold back the tears that she knew were threatening. It hurt, Q. She said simply.

Oh Jenny, sighed Q, drawing her into his arms and hugging her. You should know that isnt my style. He made her look at him again. Besides, he smirked, How many other Q have their own biographer?

Q released his grip, and allowed Stalto to regain her composure. So whats your answer? He asked, becoming businesslike once more.

Stalto swallowed. Well I wanted to learn about him she thought. Okay, she nodded. What do I do?

Just look into my eyes.. Q intoned. Stalto giggled and Q rolled his eyes. Well, if you have no sense of the dramatic he sighed with a wounded expression.

Suddenly Jennifer found herself in complete darkness. She could see nothing, but strangely she was not afraid. Wherever she was felt warm and strangely comfortable.

Im here, Jenny,

Stalto couldnt hear as much as sense Qs voice and presence inside her mind.

Dont worry, just relax. I want to learn about you. Stalto managed to calm herself and decided to try and enjoy the complete peace she was feeling.

Where am I Q?

Nowhere and everywhere came the cryptic reply. Now be quiet, Im concentrating!

It was a wonderful sensation, and Stalto decided to make the most of this amazing experience. She could feel the gentlest tickle at the back of her mind as Q gently examined her memories. A multitude of images from the past flashed across her mind and she could sense Q empathising with her; laughing at the happy memories and silently mourning with her for the painful times she had gone through. It was the most incredible and intimate experience she had ever had and seemed to go on for forever.

Suddenly a picture of one of her ex-boyfriends floated in front of her minds eye.

Ugh. I dont think much of your taste in men.

That was a long time ago Q thought Stalto in answer, a mental smile projected into the words.

Well at least you have good taste now. How many other men are as fantastic as me?

Youre not a man, Q she reminded him.

Yes, but wouldnt you be interested in the man I modelled this form on?

Q could sense how intriguing Stalto found this suggestion and smiled to himself.

Aha. A perfect chance to kill two birds with one stone.

What do you mean Q? thought Stalto, but before she could answer, she felt her reality returning, and found herself back inside her quarters, standing in front of Q. The sudden jolt in her perception made her lose her balance, but before she could fall, the entity caught her arm and eased her down into a chair.

Steady, Jenny, Ive got something I want you to do.

Yes I felt that when you were in here said Stalto ruefully, indicating her head but before Q could answer a yawn escaped her lips.

Excuse me, she said, acutely embarrassed over her lack of manners.

Oh, you need your rest said Q dismissively. Believe me, with the destination I have in mind one more night will make no difference at all.

He smiled at her. Get some sleep. I shall return at 0800 with my last request and then your part of the bargain will be fulfilled. And with an old fashioned bow he disappeared in his customary flash of light.

Stalto flopped back in her chair, trying to think coherently about the incredible last few hours she had had. Without moving she paged Picard.

Picard here

Er hi Captain

Lieutenant Stalto? Its late. Can this wait till morning?

Not really Sir, Ive just had a visit from Q

Oh. *sigh*. What does he want this time?

Somehow, sleep came easily to Stalto that night, despite the multitude of thoughts that ran around her mind as she processed the last few hours. She awoke to the computer alarm that she had set and quickly made herself ready for the day. She wanted to be ready and fully alert when Q arrived to take her on his next jaunt.

At precisely 0800 Q materialised in the living area of her quarters.

You slept well I trust? he enquired. Seeing her nod he continued. Excellent. Are you ready to go?

Well I would prefer to know exactly what you had in mind, Q said Stalto.

Ah, Jenny, that would ruin the surprise.

And with that he took her hand and they vanished.

It was the strong sunlight that hit Jenny first. She was standing on a dusty path on a Terran-like planet at what appeared to be the height of summer. The sunlight was dazzling and all around her she could see a wide plain stretching out to the mountains in the distance.

She turned to her companion. Where are we? she asked.

Well, lets see if you can guess, smirked the entity, quirking an eyebrow.

Stalto resigned herself to the fact that Q wanted to have a little fun with her, so she let her Fleet training take over. The air was warm but perfectly breathable; the scent of livestock and dust on the wind. There was one sun overhead, which certainly limited the options of where she was, and when she experimentally jumped up and down a few times, the gravity felt more or less the same as on the Enterprise.

Were on Earth? she hazarded.

Q nodded. Very good my dear, but when, and where?

Stalto shook her head. I have no idea,Q. she shrugged.

Q winked and snapped his fingers, reappearing a second later resplendent in an outfit of boots, beige pants, a collarless white shirt and a rather distinctive hat. Two antique guns were strapped in a holster around his waist.

Stalto tried to stifle a giggle. He looked ridiculous a perfect parody of a Cowboy in the Wild West.

You look great Q! she laughed, Should we mosey over the range to find your Corral?

Oh please! said Q rolling his eyes. I have it on rather good authority that this is the height of fashion at this time!

He eyed Jennifer thoughtfully, But you know my dear, that Starfleet jumpsuit is hardly appropriate for a Nineteenth Century American lady!

Before she could voice her objections, Q snapped his fingers once more, and Stalto was transformed into a mint green dress with black trim, matching cotton gloves, skirts billowing around her ankles, her hair pulled painfully back and up and.she felt something digging into her ribs

A corset! she exploded, Youve put me in a corset!!!

But of course, Jenny, responded Q mildly, All ladies wear corsets in the West, how else will you maintain an elegant posture?

I will *not* wear a corset, Q! said Stalto.

Ah come come my dear, just think how ladylike you look! Now shall we? he asked, gesturing once more and materialising an elegant closed in carriage, complete with four harnessed horses and a driver perched on the roof.

Where to, Sir? asked the driver , looking at Q.

Q crossed over to the carriage, opened a door for Jennifer to climb in and called up to the driver, Sheridan, my good man, to the Compound of Professor Janos Kristoff Bartok!

Q climbed up beside Stalto and closed the door as the carriage began to bump along the path. He sat uncomfortably close to Stalto, which was most disconcerting for her.

Okay, Q, give! she demanded.

Very well Jenny, smiled Q, Were going to see an old friend of mine so that you can fulfil the final part of our bargain.

Who? asked Stalto. In all her examinations of the Q files she had never come across any references to Q having a real friend the closest thing he claimed to having to a friend was the long suffering Captain of the Enterprise.

A Hungarian scientist who settled in these parts a few years ago, replied Q. Were in 1878, going to a little town called Sheridan in Colorado. Ive dropped in here a few times over the years, he continued. Bartok is a fascinating fellow, hes got far more imagination than most humans Ive run into over the millennia. Born centuries too soon for his own good as well.

Anyway, a couple of years ago, according to this time frame, he and his little assistant hooked up with a drunken Californian writer and since then theyve had all manner of fun adventures fighting evil, helping the useless town sheriff blah blah blah and had a wonderful time.

Now, he continued, his expression darkening, Bartok is on the verge of inventing something that will be a key necessity in your own time anti gravity.

Jennifer thought she was catching on. And you want me to give him a nudge in the right direction, she hazarded.

Oh no, my dear, I want you to *stop* him said Q with a scowl. Bartoks research will be invaluable when it is discovered 200 years from now, but he must never put his ideas into practice here and now. He did once you know, continued Q, and it took me centuries to tidy up the messy paradoxes that caused.

The carriage continued to jolt along and Stalto found her gaze being drawn to the breathtaking scenery outside. Jenny, said Q, snapping her attention back.

Sorry, said Jenny. So what do you want me to do?

Just tidy up a few things for me and deter Bartok from pursuing his research, replied Q. This is something Ive been meaning to tidy up for eons, but I thought you might enjoy doing it for me. All you need to do is get on good terms with the writer, an idiot named Ernest Pratt, and Professor Bartok. Stop Bartok and his little sidekick Ramos from continuing their research and voila, Im happy, youre happy, and off we go to the Continuum!

Is that all!? said Jennifer sarcastically. The carriage was going uphill now, and Stalto could see a cluster of buildings on the horizon, dominated by a tall tower that was crackling with blue energy.

Finally, they pulled up near to a marker which seemed to indicate the front entrance to the Compound.

Q jumped out of the carriage and gallantly offered Stalto a hand which she reluctantly took. He helped her down.

I need more information, Q , said Jennifer.

Of course, dear Jenny, dont get your pantyhose in a twist! he mocked. He began to count off points on his fingers. Your name is Jennifer Franklin, the sister of Bartoks lady friend Helen, so he should trust you right away, and youve travelled all the way out to Colorado to introduce yourself. Youre a scientist who specialises in applications of magnetism, and think that Bartok might want to combine your research with his work on electricity. Okay?!

Is that all? said Stalto, the sarcasm evident in her voice as she tried to process all of this information.

Two more things, Jenny, Q warned. Firstly, as your fairy god-Q I must warn you that you only have till midday tomorrow to encourage Bartok to look at anti-gravity but to convince him to never carry his work past the theoretical stage,

And the second thing? asked Jennifer.

Try not to fall for his charms. Hes a rather handsome fellow, you know! smiled Q.

Whats that supposed to mean? she sighed.

Well lets just say you might see a slight resemblance between old Bartok and me. He quirked an eyebrow. I had to get my idea for a human form from somewhere you know! and with a little nod, he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

See you tomorrow, Jenny! came Qs whisper in her mind. Dont worry about finding me, Ill find you. And with that, he was gone.

Stalto stood still for a moment, then shrugged, gathered up her skirts and headed for the main building in the distance by the lightning tower, the same building that a rather odd-looking motor vehicle was heading towards...

Ah good morning Ernest shouted Professor Bartok ~with a smile as his friend, the dime novel writer Ernest Pratt jumped out of the velocipede lie had driven to Bartoks Compound.

Morning Bartok replied Pratt, I saw Ramos in town and he said you wanted to see me.

Yes yes, said Bartok putting down the pulley arrangement lie was working on a workbench in the courtyard. He absently wiped his hands on a convenient rag and indicated for Pratt to follow him towards the main laboratory.

By the way Ernest, have you heard back from EC Allen about your last manuscript?

Why yes I have said Pratt with a smirk, pulling a cigar from his top pocket and lighting it with a flourish. Ramos adventures down in South America gave me some fantastic ideas for the latest story. Allen loved the idea of Legend becoming an archeologist and an adventurer. In fact, said Pratt ~with a grin, He wants me to write a series

Thats excellent Ernest, said Bartok absently as he opened the laboratory door and gestured for Pratt to enter.

Pratt stepped inside and almost dropped his cigar. The large workspace that had held the huge lightning I electrical generators was now filled with a huge glass fronted box with cables of all shapes and sizes snaking off in all manner of directions.

What the heck is that? he gasped.

Its the Bartok Electrical Luminescent Optical Transmitter said Bartok proudly.

Pratt looked at him blankly and decided to ask a question he had more chance of understanding the answer to. But where are your generators?

Ramos and I moved them into one of the outer laboratories said Bartok with a rueful smile. It was extremely hard work but we've decided that the laboratory space could be better utilized with this new project.

But what is it asked Pratt. In plain English, Professor he added quickly to preempt another of Bartoks jargon filled tirades.

Bartok ~walked over to his machine.

Ernest, I believe that this invention could change the very direction of civilisation! announced Bartok proudly. In theory, an invisible electrical signal can be piped into the Transmitter and be transformed into many tiny lines of visible electrical signals by being fired onto the glass screen by a kind of gun. He broke off from his explanation and tapped his chin thoughtfully.

Of course, Ramos and I have to work out a way of firing over twenty of these pictures every second onto the screen to create movement, he mused. We havent figured that part out yet.

Ernest smiled and shook his head. Bartok was unquestionably the most brilliant person the writer had ever met, but sometimes his imagination took over from his scientific reasoning.

Itll never catch on, Bartok said Pratt, Whos going to watch moving pictures on a flat screen when they can read one of my Legend books.

The scientist sighed. Really, Ernest. Not everyone lives to read your books. A new form of entertainment could prove revolutionary to Western society!

Swell, remarked Pratt. He turned and headed over to Bartoks kitchen area to make a cup of coffee. As the water in Bartoks strange customised kettle boiled, he found the coffee and a spare, clean cup.

Hey Bartok, where are your teaspoons? he called across the lab.

Ah! said Bartok, proudly, crossing the room with long strides. It occurred to me the other day that the electro-magnetic technology we developed for the Bartok Disarmer could have other uses. Ramos and I can never find a teaspoon when we want one so I devised this. A long finger jabbed a small control by the kettle that Pratt had never noticed before. There was a low hum and a black metal plate slid out from a semi-hidden panel.

This is the Bartok Electro-Magnetic Culinary Utensil Tidy announced Bartok proudly. A simple electro-magnet generates a field in this plate which will hold all knives, forks and spoons attached to its surface. He waved a hand casually over the surface to demonstrate its usefulness, and plucked off a teaspoon for Pratt to use.

Thanks! said the writer, casually letting his hand drop to the plate. There was a blue spark and a fizz.

YEEEEOWW!!! yelped Pratt as he jumped back, sucking his fingers in pain.

Oh Ernest!! I am so sorry! apologised Bartok. There must be a short somewhere in the circuit. He pulled out a screwdriver from his apron pocket. And began to gingerly lift the small plate.

Yes, well if you dont mind Im going to drink my coffee over here, said Pratt edging away towards the relative safety of one of the couches. Honestly Bartok, why cant you keep spoons in a drawer like everyone else?

Bartok smiled ruefully and got back to his repairing.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ernest had just lifted his coffee cup to his lips and sighed, setting it down and heading over to the entrance.

Just a minute, just a minute, he mumbled.

Pratt opened the door and took a step backwards. Well hello! he said suavely, taking in the beauty of the young woman in front of him.

Stalto thought quickly and fixed the man with a bright smile. You must be Ernest Pratt, she said, extending a gloved hand which Ernest gallantly kissed. Stalto tried to keep a straight face. That gesture had been archaic even in the Eighteenth Century, let alone the Twenty Fourth.

Charmed, said the writer, looking up into the womans face, But Im afraid you have me at a disadvantage Miss.

Im Jennifer, Jennifer Franklin, said Stalto.

Franklin? said Pratt in surprise, You related to Helen by any chance?

Shes my sister, said Stalto. She decided she might as well play along with Qs little plan for now, I was wondering if Professor Bartok was here at all?

Stalto could see a second figure coming out of the gloom of the building. As the tall figure got closer Stalto reeled in shock.

What? asked Pratt curiously.

Bartok stepped forward behind Pratts shoulder. I am Janos Bartok, can I help you?

Stalto couldnt believe it, the face, the build, the stance, were all Qs. She couldnt believe it. The man repeated his question and Stalto slowly registered that the bearing of this mans was very different to the entities; confident but nowhere near as arrogant as Qs. And the voice.heavy with a European accent of some kind and of a slightly higher pitch. No this wasnt Q, but somehow, she realised, Q had decided to take this mans form for his own. She was immediately intrigued. How could this European Nineteenth Century scientist have impressed an omnipotent entity so much?

Miss? repeated Bartok anxiously. The lady in the mint dress appeared to shake herself out of her reverie.

Im sorry, Professor, you just seem to remind me of someone.

Pratt raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically at his friend. Really, he whispered to the scientist, not being able to resist a chance to needle his friend, What skeletons are in your closet, Janos?

Bartok frowned at Pratt and then looked back at the woman who appeared to have gathered her thoughts.

Professor, Im Jennifer Franklin

Bartoks face lit up Helens sister!! He exclaimed, Come in, come in! He took her hand and led her inside. I have been looking forward to meeting you, Miss Franklin! Your sister has told me all about you.

Jennifer, please, Professor, said Stalto smiling. After all, she smirked, From what I understand, were almost family.

To Pratts delight Bartok blushed furiously. Yes well he started. Well then, he recovered, please call me Janos.

In just a short while Bartok and Stalto were talking away like old friends. Pratt liked to think he knew a fair bit about scientific principles; hed gained a basic grounding in physics whilst still at San Francisco, enough to create plausible inventions for Legend at least. Since hooking up with Bartok and Ramos two and a half years ago hed picked up a lot more but he was still soon left behind as Bartok and his almost-sister-in-law discussed the finer points of electrical engineering. It emerged that Jennifer was every bit the scientist her sister was, but whereas Helen had pursued a more academic scientific career, Jennifer was a fully accomplished scientist, specialising in applications for magnetism. At least she might be able to fix Bartoks teaspoon holder! thought Pratt as he nursed the cold dregs of his coffee.

Within a short while, the two scientists abandoned the social chit-chat and began to walk around the laboratory, Bartok showing the woman some of his inventions. She seemed particularly interested in a small mass of wires that had been pushed into a half-forgotten corner of one of the lab benches.

Stalto knew that her clock was running. She had just over 12 hours to nudge Bartok along with the research Q wanted him to work on, but she knew that she had to deter the Hungarian from trying out practical experimentation. She thought quickly, recognising a rudimentary electro-gravimetric assembly on one of Bartoks work surfaces.

Whats this, Janos? asked Stalto, trying to sound casual. Bartok looked around from the Bartok Body Bullet Barricade that he had just been setting up for a demonstration.

Oh thats just an idea I had a few weeks ago. It didnt work out Bartok said vaguely, turning back to the mannequin he was fixing the Bullet Barricade onto.

Stalto decided to push. But Janos, this looks rather like something Ive been working on, she tried. Were you trying to create a stable gravitational resistor?

Bartok turned and frowned at the woman. Yes, yes actually thats right he said curiously. Do you think it would be possible to make one?

Stalto mentally crossed her fingers, deciding that shed push Bartok ahead now and maybe stage an accident later to put him off the work. Oh sure, Janos,, she said, gingerly picking up the wiring, Here let me show you.

A very long three hours later, the Laboratory had become even more of a mess than it was normally. Wires were snaking all over the floor and Bartok had even run some extremely thick cables out to the Lightning Tower. Even though Pratt had been bored by the scientific jargon, hed waited patiently to be included, even enjoying seeing his friend get so enthusiastic about the research,. But, once he realised that they could well be trying to harness the energy of raw lightning, he knew it would be a smart move to leave.

He quietly slipped outside, not wanting to disturb the two scientists. Darkness was quickly falling outside, and the warm spring day was rapidly turning into quite a chilly night.

Following the electrical lights Bartok had set up around the Compound, Pratt found his way back to the velocipede he had on permanent loan and was just pushing the control stick forward to move off when a second vehicle pulled over the crest of the hill. Pratt smiled and waved. Ramos! he called.

Hearing his name, the Aztec scientist waved his hand in greeting and pulled his vehicle up by Pratts.

Good evening, Mr Pratt said Ramos with a smile. Have you had a good day?

Pratt sighed. Well its certainly been educational. He quickly outlined the days events to the younger man finishing with the quite dangerous state the lab appeared to be in at the moment. For once, Ramos seemed quite hesitant about going in and joining in the work.

I think, Mr Pratt, that I might just come back to town with you, said Ramos with a slight frown on his dark features. Pratt was surprised.

I thought you would have loved to join the fun, Ramos, he said.

Ramos smiled. Well, normally, yes I would Mr Pratt, but I always feel a little redundant when Helen Franklin is here, and I would imagine that it could be a little awkward with her sister as well.

Pratt nodded in understanding. He knew that he and Bartok had tried to include their single friend in what they did, but now they both had lives away from the Legend team it was proving increasingly hard to involve the Aztec.

Pratt suddenly had an idea that he knew would appeal to Ramos. Hey, why dont we go down to the Buffalo Head and go through my latest Legend manuscript? He suggested. You know EC Allen loved the premise of an archaeologist adventurer, and he wants more of the same. I would love you to give me some input.

Ramos smiled, always pleased to talk about his recent adventures in South America. That would be nice, he acknowledged, turning his velocipede and sending it out alongside Pratts. In fact, he confided as the two vehicles went over the hill towards the setting sun, I have been considering a follow up trip down the Amazon. Now that the weather is better Helens friends have contacted me about leading an expedition back to the Egyptian site

As the two velocipedes speeded into the distance, the two colleagues heard the soft *crump* of an explosion and muffled curses. Oh well, thought Pratt, Bartoks going to be busy for a while

Several hours and half a dozen small explosions later, the two scientists decided to call it a night, but after just a few hours of exhausted slumber over in the Compound house they were back in the laboratory, hooking up electrical cables in ever more complicated assemblies.

At about eleven oclock Stalto and Bartok sat down for a quick snack and a chance to review their work.

Jenny, it is so nice to meet a scientist who works in the same way I do, began Bartok with a smile. Ramos and I are always struggling to find an equitable working pace that suits both of us, even after working together for years.

Ramos likes to work methodically and carefully, but youre one for rushing from one project to the other, trying to assess the validity of a project as quickly as possible, hazarded Stalto.

Bartoks eyebrows shot up in surprise. Why yes thats right! How did you know? he asked, a quizzical expression on his face.

Thats exactly how I work Janos, laughed the woman. Rush ahead and worry about the details later. I always like to have a little bit of an idea of whats ahead.

Well its nice to work in this way occasionally agreed Bartok. Ramos is an excellent scientist and friend but it is nice to meet someone who thinks in the same way that I do.

Stalto put down her china cup and nodded over at the workbenches. Well. What do you think of what weve done so far? she asked.

Bartok shrugged, reminding Stalto of one of Qs more annoying gestures. Promising, he began, But the concepts we are struggling to crystallise will take months, whatever pace of work we try to keep.

Stalto sighed inwardly she had so little time before Q came to collect her! You know I have to leave tomorrow, Janos, she said allowing a sad note to creep into her voice.

The Hungarians face dropped. Whatever for? he asked.

Jennifer thought quickly, and decided that the most convincing lie would be one that incorporated the truth: A friend is picking me up around noon. I dont know when Ill be back she said.

Bartok looked sad and was about to argue, but seeing the resolution on the womans face decided against it Stubbornness obviously runs in the family, he thought.

Well, why dont we take a break for a few hours? he asked. You came for a social visit, not lab time!. He stood up and crossed the room; scooping up Staltos cup and plate. Why dont we go into Sheridan and Ill show you the sights.

Stalto smiled. That would be great Janos, I would love to see some of the town while Im here.

As Bartok busied himself tidying away the crockery Stalto walked casually over to the benches. Shed dredged up every scrap of knowledge she possessed on anti-gravity units over the last few hours, a subject she knew precious little about having only taken the compulsory courses in engineering systems. Looking at the complex arrays they had created with 500 year old technology, she was convinced that Q had been augmenting her knowledge. She smiled to herself. If he was helping her to complete her mission then obviously he wanted her to succeed and see the Continuum. Feeling more hopeful than she had for a while she wandered out to the lightening tower.

Youre doing very well you know, my dear said a voice behind her.

She jumped and turned expecting to see the Hungarian scientist. Ja-Oh Q, nice to see you again.

Q raised his eyebrow. So its Janos already, is it? he replied archly. Dont get too attached to my look-alike, Lieutenant, you have a job to do.

Stalto sighed. I think its done Q. Ive demonstrated everything I know about anti-gravity and hes already talking about how he wants to make a full scale model thatll lift one of his velocipedes. What did you expect?

Yes well, you have done adequately, said Q grudgingly, But dont forget you need to put him off now. The entity raised a scolding finger. The coach turns into a pumpkin again soon, remember, and your Prince Charming will have left you stranded in the Nineteenth Century! And with a flash he was gone.

As she blinked away the afterglow of Qs characteristically showy exit, Bartok came out of the laboratory putting on his long coat to guard against the chill in the early spring day. Im afraid Ramos has not returned with my second velocipede he admitted, If he met up with Ernest they could have been conversing all night. He had a sudden thought. We could walk to town, but with such a good breeze would you like a tour in the Legend Balloon?

Staltos face split into a grin. Ive always wanted to take a balloon ride! she exclaimed, completely truthfully.

Splendid! said Bartok happily. Ramos and I re-inflated the canopy after its winter storage just last week. I will just go and prepare the balloon for flight. He headed off towards a large building on the outskirts of the Compound.

Would you like some help? called Stalto.

No, no, Jennifer, I will be back momentarily! he called waving and resuming his pace towards the building.

Stalto thought quickly. She had a few moments alone, but probably not enough time to destroy Bartoks notes.

Why destroy just his notes? came a whisper from above her. She looked up. Q was suspended upside down from one of the platforms on the tower, his head only just above hers.

Well, its true, said Q defensively, shrugging, or rather dropping his shoulders. I want you to do a thorough job. Blow the place up! Its much more efficient you know. Besides I love it when you humans get into mass destruction!

I cant do that to these people Q, they seem really nice!

Bartok & his sidekickll bounce back said Q airily, And as for Pratt, he needs a good kick up the creative backside. A good explosion should give him plenty of room for artistic creation.

He snapped his fingers and re-appeared, right way up, beside the Starfleet Officer, holding a liquid filled cylinder with wires sticking out of one end.

Plant this under the main lab bench he ordered, the normally teasing eyes cold and hard.

No! said Stalto, hating to be ordered about by such an egotistical creature.

Q stepped forward until he was virtually nose to nose with Stalto. If you dont Jenny, he began, his voice low and hard, The Q will simply snap their collective fingers and you, them and this whole sorry little planet will never have existed. Some of the Q have always wanted a reason for destroying Earth, and I think a cataclysmic temporal paradox would do rather nicely for them. He gazed at Jennifer, unwavering. Plant this cylinder under the main lab bench!

Stalto backed off and raised her hands in surrender. OK. You win. What is it anyway?

One of Bartoks own inventions. An electro-chemical substitute for dynamite. The explosion should wipe out most of the buildings, the feedback will destroy the lightening tower and everyone will just think that one of the Hungarians own inventions has gone off by accident.

And, he added, with mock joviality, If you go now you get this weeks special prize: everyone is off the Compound when it goes up so no one dies!

Youve got it all planned out, said Stalto sadly.

Of course my dear, I am all-knowing after all. Set the timer for midday.

He waved and disappeared in his customary white flash and seeing no other option, Stalto slipped quietly back inside the lab.

Hello down there! came a loud heavily accented shout and as Stalto ducked back outside, the deed done, she gasped: above her was the most breathtaking balloon she had ever seen.

Or rather, she corrected herself, the most breathtaking zeppelin shed ever seen. They had had a mid-Twentieth Century zeppelin in the Starfleet Museum shed visited back on Earth, but her sketchy memory recalled the first working prototype had not been created till the early 1900s: Bartoks genius was demonstrating again how ahead of his time he was.

Bartok, resplendent in his smart coat waved and lowered a swing down to Stalto on a rope. Climb aboard, my dear! he shouted, the wind ruffling his dark hair and whipping the words away from his mouth.

Stalto grinned and laughed, lightly setting herself down on the swing as an elegant Victorian lady should, arranging her mint green skirts around her and allowing herself to be winched to the balloon basket.

The next hour or so were a blur to Jennifer: the ride over the Colorado landscape was truly breathtaking: the golden plains stretching out in all directions, framed by the distant Rocky Mountains to the North and East. Below a river meandered southwards and as they lazily circled the area, she could make out the picturesque town of Sheridan.

Bartok was an excellent companion and guide, not only being a scientific genius but also a truly interesting and fascinating man. He explained the complex workings of the zeppelin control mechanism and outlined with wild hand gestures the improvements his quick brain was already creating. He laughed and smiled, and she found herself enjoying his company more than she ever thought she would. After just this short time, Stalto could see the quixotic facets of this remarkable man that had understandably fascinated Q as well.

Stalto almost managed to forget the explosive device and timer she had set that would devastate Bartok and Ramos research. Almost. She felt truly torn: ashamed for what she was doing to these wonderful people, but remembering that if she went against Q the stakes reached apocalyptic proportions. At least, as he had said, this way, the timeline remained intact and her own Twenty-Fourth Century future was secure.

As she gazed over the incredible scenery she reflected on the heaviness she felt at having to make this one relatively simple decision, knowing the full weight of her consequences either way: was this what Q faced every day of his infinite existence?

All too soon, Bartok landed the zeppelin at the edge of town, throwing down the sandbags and helping Stalto down from the basket. The Hungarian gallantly offered his arm and they walked into the bustling town.

So you finally dragged yourself away, Bartok! The two scientists turned and saw Ernest walking casually towards them puffing a cigar. Hope Bartok hasnt made you work too hard, Jenny.

Stalto smiled. I�ve had a great time, Mr Pratt, she replied, but Janos thought I should see some of the town before I have to head home.

So you can be a gentleman, Bartok, teased Pratt, Making this poor woman work so hard is hardly the way to treat almost-family!

Miss Franklin and I have had a very productive time said Bartok archly, Not everyones idea of socialising is a glass of whisky and a game of cards Ernest. Pratt smirked and let the comment pass. Sometimes it was just too easy to wind up his friend. As they walked down main street Bartok asked, Where is Ramos, by the way? I havent seen him since yesterday.

Oh not to worry, Janos replied Pratt, The widow found a spare room for him at the Silver King. Im afraid Ramos and I had a great discussion over glasses of whiskey and a game of cards last night. EC Allen wants Ramos to be a consultant on a mini-series of Legend books!

Bartok raised his eyebrows. Thats excellent! Im really pleased that hell be working with you Ernest, he couldnt resist adding Maybe having a Harvard graduate around will help you to polish your writing style.

Pratt scowled, puffing hard at his cigar like a comical steam engine.

Stalto smiled to herself. These men were obviously such good friends with healthy respect for each other that they could enjoy this sort of easy banter. Even though Bartok looked so much like Q he was obviously a much kinder person. It was a pity Q had never bothered to replicate those finer features of the scientist, not just his physical appearance.

As they approached the Buffalo Head Saloon at the end of the street, Stalto gazed upwards trying to gauge the position of the sun. It was certainly very high and the explosion would probably rock the town any minute now.

Have either of you fine gentleman got the time? asked Stalto casually. Pratt took a long pull on his cigar and fished out an old-fashioned pocket watch. Its five before twelve, Jennifer, he replied, Time for a lunchtime drink I believe!

Bartok rolled his eyes and exchanged a knowing glance with Bartok as they stepped through the door of the saloon.

Bartok seated Jenny at a small table at the side of the room away from the smoke and the crowd. Even at this hour the Buffalo Head was a lively place, filled with all manner of residents of the town laughing, playing cards and even dancing to the merry tune the pianist was playing, all under the watchful gaze of Sylvester, the eponymous buffalo head. Jenny smiled this was certainly a fun place to be: it was a pity her visit was so brief. There was so much that shed love to learn about this time and place.

Bartok and Pratt walked over to the bar, exchanging greetings with several people: Jenny could see how well known and respected these men were and she felt even worse about what she knew was about to happen.

In that moment a low dark BOOM shuddered through the room, rattling tables, glasses and even the panes in the windows. The room was suddenly filled with a dreadful silence, and then an excited chatter as everyone ran outside to locate the source of the explosion.

Jenny stood and ran out as well, even though she knew exactly what had happened.

She could see Bartok at the front of the crowd; head hung down. Oh Janos what have I done? she thought, forcing her way through the crowd so that she could at least stand with him. As she followed his gaze she could see the huge black cloud on the horizon as it mushroomed out and began to dissipate around the surrounding hills. With the backlighting created by all the fires and secondary explosions it made a horribly beautiful sight.

She put her hand on Bartoks shoulder: Oh Janos Im so sorry she whispered.

Pratt was all business, although it was obvious he was profoundly upset and shocked. What could have happened, Janos? You dont keep anything that explosive do you?

Bartok stood silently; his face set like stone. He didnt answer.

No he doesnt Mr Pratt came a second voice from Pratts side: Ramos, who had just come out from the hotel on the opposite side of the street. But, our smaller explosive devices could act as a catalyst for an existing electrical fire to get out of control and cause this kind of devastation. If a chain reaction was started the feedback could do something like this.

Oh said Pratt quietly.

Stalto looked at him guiltily. It would be so much easier for them to accept, she thought if they could blame this on a tangible enemy, not on a supposedly chance explosion. If only they knew why their work had really been destroyed.

Stalto knew that she had to say something. Janos, my sister never stops talking about what a fine man and scientist you are. Ive only known you for a short while, but I can see the indomitable spirit in you that my sister is drawn to.

She thought quickly, casting her mind back to what Q had said to her. At least nobody died. And you and Ramos can start again. The most important knowledge wasnt on paper up there, she waved in the direction of the dying flames on he hillside, Its in here, she tapped her head, indicating the brain.

Shes right, you know Janos, echoed Pratt. No ones dead, your balloon and all the velocipedes are down here in Sheridan and safe.

Bartok sighed heavily and turned to look at his friends. Ive lost myself three times, now, and thats three more times than anyone should ever have to face. Once when I fled Hungary, once when I left New York and Edison, and now this. He turned and faced them sadly. I dont know if I can carry on.

Bartok industries might not, Janos, but what about Bartok and Ramos Laboratories? asked Pratt softly, Dont you think its about time Ramos here got promoted?.

Bartok managed a small smile. Well I certainly couldnt manage on my own. Will you help me Ramos? I would be honoured if you would like to become a full partner

Ramos smiled. You and Mr Pratt are two of the rare people who have always treated me with respect, Janos. I would love to show others how we can work as equals.

Lets not stand around here, anyway said Pratt. Well let the fire die down and then well go see what we can rescue. Legend always lives to fight another day and so will we.

Stalto stood to one side, watching the three sad friends as they went back inside the saloon for some sorely needed hard liquor.

Theyll be all right, Jenny, said a voice from behind her. Stalto recognised it immediately.

That was cruel Q, hes heartbroken, she said, without even bothering to turn round.

Q stepped around her into her field of vision. Crueller than destroying this planet completely? I think not, my dear Jenny.

He appeared to be considering something. You know, Lieutenant, you handled this very well, not as well as I would of course, but adequately, and I think that youve learned a valuable lesson as well, havent you.

This is a beautiful place Q admitted Stalto, and these people arefascinating.

Q smirked. It is more fun than old Jean-Lucs ship, isnt it. He said. Maybe you can see why I like old Bartok and his pals so much.

Stalto swallowed hard. Q, could I stay here? she asked.

Q feigned surprise. Whatever for? he asked with mock indignance.

Q, Ive been in Starfleet for eight years now, and six of them have been studying you. Began Stalto. What have I got to go back to? Once Ive seen the Continuum, what else is there to learn?

Q looked annoyed. Believe me Jenny, a thousand of your lifetimes would not be anything like enough to understand the limitless powers and experience of one Q, let alone the entire Continuum! His gaze softened. But, I suppose after the wonders of seeing me in person the rest of your life will seem a little humdrum wont it.

So what do you think? she asked softly.

Q tried to look annoyed. Youll have to say please he huffed.

Stalto smiled. Please?

Q rolled his eyes theatrically but he couldnt quite hide a smile. Very well. He snapped his fingers and Stalto felt reality fade out and in again.

What did you just do? she asked in surprise.

Oh just re-ordered time and space for you, responded Q airily. You should be flattered.

So do we go to the Continuum now? she asked.

Q looked indignant. I have just re-arranged five hundred years of human history, straightening out that little hiccup in cause and effect that Bartok caused *and* reinserting you in history five hundred years before you were really born as Helen Franklins real sister. And you want more?!

You promised!

Q sighed. Oh very well. A quick look around the Continuum and then Ill drop you back here for tea. Okay?

Okay!

I suppose Bartok and his friends will have another little pal to help them re-build the Compound now, anyway sighed Q.

He raised his fingers ready to snap them into the reality of the Continuum. Oh, one other thing, Jenny, I cant have you giving Bartok knowledge from the Twenty-Fourth century, hes too clever for his own good as it is. Im going to have to wipe some of your memory.

Stalto nodded sadly. Do you need to wipe everything? she asked.

Trust your Uncle Q smirked the entity, snapping his fingers once to extract all anachronisms from her mind, and a second time to send them spinning into an adventure beyond Staltos imagination.

FIN

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